Back in the early days my mum and dad went up to this hill to look for Porcupine we call it (Bargabul) black name they found one on top of this hill it was in a small hole they tried so hard to dig it out but it kept on going in the hole and all these annoying blow flies came swarming all over their faces they was annoyed by them so they both left the bargabul and went back home to the station.
This story was to me by my mum Mona Ramsay.